Now, is he happy? With such a young and beautiful wife, he is well matched. It can be seen that the two of them are very harmonious. They watch movies together, talk and laugh... How wonderful...
However, the scar on his wrist hurt slightly.
How long?
Under the dim lights of the theater, this ugly scar is like a mutated, thick and ugly caterpillar, recording those terrible and abhorrent memories that should have been thrown into the sea long ago...
The scar was so deep that it almost severed the entire artery - to this day, Qiao Xiaomai still remembers the gurgling blood, like a faucet that has been turned on, and there is even a gurgling sound in his ears...
But, he didn't die.
The ambulance arrived and she came back alive successfully. She lay in the hospital for a whole month like a zombie.
Human life, how despicable it is, can survive like this.
She could no longer remember who sent her to the hospital. She only knew that when she woke up, the wall was white and she was lonely and silent. She only saw Jiang Yi Xing's face, and no one else appeared... He was the one who accompanied her.
Those days spent? Or caregiving?
She couldn't remember anything.
For a whole month, she stayed in the ward without saying a word. Of course, no one came to visit her. At that time, she felt that she was only safe facing the white walls.
She even heard the roar of police cars countless times—and saw shackles and handcuffs countless times in her dreams!
However, no one showed up - she saw no one in the ward except Jiang, his party and the nurses.
Is that person dead and no one is holding anyone accountable?
How much price did Mr. Jiang pay to suppress it? Judging from the momentum of the two cars of people that year, it is not easy to suppress it? In this incident, did the other party make things difficult? Did the other party disappear?......
No, no, no, she didn't know any of this... Jiang Heng never came to see her, and neither did Huang Huiwen... Even all the relatives of that person never showed up... Of course, there were no police...
How did Jiang and his party beg his father so hard?
She doesn't know!
No one had ever told her what happened in that month - whether she was in jail, or whether she was dying... She was no longer interested in anything at that time - not even the life-saving grace of Jiang and his party, nor was she interested in anything.
Thoughts of repaying...
She knows that this rescue has completely eliminated Jiang Heng's guilt towards his father - really, that is very fair. From now on, the Jiang family no longer owes the Qiao family! Of course, the same goes for the Qiao family!
Finally evened out!
Therefore, Jiang and his party can find a better and better wife - one who fully meets Huang Huiwen's ideal daughter-in-law standards: gentle, beautiful and ladylike!
From then on, they were freed, and so was she.
As for the other person - which person - his life, his death, his whereabouts... She had never asked, did not dare to ask, and did not even want to ask again.
With one strike of the knife, she had ended everything.
All grudges and grudges are wiped out with one stroke.
But why, even now, does that ugly scar still hurt? It was so deep, so ugly, so ferocious, like a forbidden area that she had never dared to touch in her life.
She leaned against the pillar, sweating all over her head.
"Wheat...wheat..."
Liang Xiaodong ran to her and shouted several times before her soul returned to its original position.